RichOffE - Solo (Interlude) Lyrics

Used to shoot three's, now I'm going on sprees
Everybody windswept, I'm the motherf*cking breeze
And the trees got me f*cked up, flying through the sky
I ain't buying what you selling, this a different type of high
(Used to shoot three's, now I'm going on sprees)
(Everybody windswept, I'm the motherf*cking breeze)
(And the trees got me f*cked up, flying through the sky)
(I ain't buying what you selling, this a different type of high)
(Used to shoot three's, now I'm going on sprees)
(Everybody windswept, I'm the motherf*cking breeze)
(And the trees got me f*cked up, flying through the sky)
(I ain't buying what you selling, this a different type of high)
Dropped the ball to shoot, but I'm still going major leagues
I ain't got no feelings, running checks off all the major tweaks
That was last year, I be onto some better things
Youngins making choppers sing, I'ma make it off the wing
Taking time out, life be really in the smaller things
I stay preparing for whatever shit tomorrow brings
When it's time to face the music, I'm keeping my tempo
Need to breath between the lines like I'm riding the Metro
Dropped the ball to shoot, but I'm still going major leagues
I ain't got no feelings, running checks off all the major tweaks
That was last year, I be onto some better things
Youngins making choppers sing, I'ma make it off the wing
(Taking time out, life be really in the smaller things)
(I stay preparing for whatever shit tomorrow brings)
(When it's time to face the music, I'm keeping my tempo)
(Need to breath between the lines like I'm riding the Metro)
(Used to shoot three's, now I'm going on sprees)
(Everybody windswept, I'm the motherf*cking breeze)
(And the trees got me f*cked up, flying through the sky)
(I ain't buying what you selling, this a different type of high)
Dropped the ball to shoot, but I'm still going major leagues
I ain't got no feelings, running checks off all the major tweaks
That was last year, I be onto some better things
Youngins making choppers sing, I'ma make it off the wing
Taking time out, life be really in the smaller things
I stay preparing for whatever shit tomorrow brings
When it's time to face the music, I'm keeping my tempo
Need to breath between the lines like I'm riding the Metro
(Dropped the ball to shoot, but I'm still going major leagues)
(I ain't got no feelings, running checks off all the major tweaks)
(That was last year, I be onto some better things)
(Youngins making choppers sing, I'ma make it off the wing)
(Taking time out, life be really in the smaller things)
(I stay preparing for whatever shit tomorrow brings)
(When it's time to face the music, I'm keeping my tempo)
(Need to breath between the lines like I'm riding the Metro)